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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeWacky Tobaccy
Wanda is a woman, she works down the hallShows up on time, she's like balls to wallShe went out to lunchWith her High School Friends'Bout three hours laterShe came rollin' back inWell, the boss man really jumped herSon he wasn't jokingEverybody in the officeKnew Wanda had been smokin'That old Wacky TobaccyWhen you feeling it creeping up on youThat old Wacky TobaccyKick back and let it do what it doKnow you can two tote her, you can one hit himPuff it in a pipe and you can twist it in a stemYou can bake it in some browniesSmoke it through a BongRoll up a great big fat oneLike ol' Cheech and ChongBurn it through a holeIn a can of BudweiserIf you can't take the heat son vaporizerThat old Wacky TobaccyWhen you feeling it creeping up on youThat old Wacky TobaccyKick back and let it do what it doYou got your Mexican and JamaicanWith those buds of blueHumboldt County and Hydroponic tooOkeechobee Purple from down in the SouthAnd that ol' stuff your uncle smokes'ill give you cotton mouthHomegrown is healthy, synthetic can kill yaMy old time favorite is redhead sensimillaThat old Wacky TobaccyWhen you feeling it creeping up on youThat old Wacky TobaccyKick back and let it do what it do
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